Page 14 of Her Cage Fighter


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“I’ve got you, angel,” I breathe against her mouth. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ll be a good girl for me and take Daddy’s cock,” I say, grabbing her thigh and sinking another inch into her tight heat.

“I’ll be goo—” Her words morph into a cry when I rock forward and bury the full length of my cock inside her tight pussy, filling her with a single thrust.

“Fuck!” I shout, the tingling feeling in my spine threatening to push me over. I am clinging to the cliff by my fingertips, and it takes every last bit of my strength to not come on the spot. My muscles are strained to their capacity as I fight back the need to move. “Are you okay, baby?”

Her breath is sawing in and out as she stares up at me with so much trust in her eyes, I can’t help but fall deeper for her. “It . . . it hurts a little, but it feels good too. Don’t stop,” she pleads as she wiggles her hips, and her muscles slowly lose their tension when I lean down and press my lips to hers. “I’m so sorry, baby. This is the only time I’ll ever hurt you. I swear it!”

“I trust you, Hawk,” she whispers, making the moment more intimate, but I am at my limit, so I slide my hand beneath her ass and grab onto her perfect mound as I pull out before driving into her so hard it moves the couch. “Oh, oh God!”

I bury my head into her neck, sucking roughly at her skin as I pound her into the couch with rough thrusts that have her screaming in pleasure.

“You are so fucking tight, angel,” I grunt. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.”

She drags her nails down my back as I grind my cock into her slippery channel like a sex-starved maniac. “Oh . . . Daddy . . . Harder!”

Her hips roll with mine, my shy little angel growing more and more desperate right before my eyes. My cock throbs painfully as I feel myself draw closer to the edge. I drop my hand between us and strum her clit with my thumb. It’s enough to push her off the cliff. Her pussy clenches hard around me as she digs her nails into my back, no doubt tearing skin. Her cries ring through the house as I pound into her like I want to breed her, to plant a baby inside . . .

Fuck! I could get her pregnant.

The thought has no right sounding so perfect to me, and suddenly, I want that more than anything. I want to breed her! Fill her with my seed and make her pregnant with my child!

“Oh, Hawk!” She sobs when I grip the arm of the couch and rail my cock into her slippery flesh so hard, it threatens to break the couch. “It’s too much . . . Daddy!” Her pussy clamps down on me so tight, it’s nearly painful, and I go careening over the edge, taking her with me. I come with a bellow, my body shaking as I spill my warm seed into her womb.

I press into her as deeply as I can as my cock pulses with my orgasm. It seems to go for ages before she’s milked every drop of my seed. I collapse on top of her, bracing myself, so I don’t crush her under my massive build. “Kirsten, are you . . .”

“Okay?” she whispers breathily. “I didn’t think . . . I never imagined . . .”

I push up and stare into her dazed eyes, and just like that, I am sucked back into the endless abyss that is my affection for this woman. “Did I hurt you?”

“A little,” she says with a small chuckle, her eyes glittering mischievously. “But it felt good too. It felt like . . . I want to do it again!”

“Slow down, tiger.” I laugh, sitting up and drawing her into my arms. I should probably get her upstairs where she’ll be more comfortable, but I can’t think straight with her nuzzling my neck and peppering light kisses over my skin. My cock is already hardening with the need to be back inside of her. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me, kissing her until we’re both gasping and desperate again.

It’s going to be a long night for us both.

Chapter Seven

Kirsten

“Earth to Kirsten!”

I jump back in fright when someone snaps their fingers over my shoulder. I quickly lift my sweater up to my chin before turning around to face Sara. “Oh, hi.”

There is a curious look on her face as she stares at my turtleneck, but she doesn’t voice the question I read there. “You’ve been distracted all evening. Are you okay?”

“Me?” I feign shock, but it’s clear she sees right through me with the way she raises a single brow at my reaction. I fake nonchalance as I go back to restocking the refrigerator.

The truth is, I have been out of it all day, even one of my professors called me out on it in class this morning. Perhaps I should rethink the whole front-row thing if I am to spend the rest of the class daydreaming. I can’t afford to be distracted at work, not even on a slow night. It’s a good thing it’s Sara who called me out and not our boss.

“C’mon, Kirsten, you know you can tell me anything, right?” she says, placing a hand over my shoulder. “If there is something bothering you, talk to me about it. Did something else happen with Johnny? Did you convince Hawk to give you self-defense lessons?”

My face heats at the mention of his name as memories of all the things he did to my body flood my mind. I chew on my lips and contemplate sharing about Hawk with Sara, but it doesn’t feel right. Whatever insecurities I have—and they are many—I should talk to Hawk about them.

“It’s nothing,” I whisper, biting back the need to spill to her about what happened over the weekend and the fact that I am in love with one of the bouncers. I can’t tell her that the reason I haven’t moved from this very spot is because it gives me the perfect view of the employee entrance, and I am hoping to see Hawk walk in.

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